The Weird Kid Chronicles #2

This is what happens when you take a course called "Images of Violence".

The Weird Kid Chronicles #1

This is what happens when I stalk my seniors on Behance

Random Rain

Why write for absent eyes only?

I write for myself, revealing little only to those who understand

Seeking strangers is a mystery

I feel the rain changing my history

My battles are ending

I hope

Tomorrow I will plant my feet on the wet ground

And I will be home.

Because I have created one.

The Dark Room of Love

A dark room I stumble too

Vibrating hums set the mood

The screen plays the film.

It is an intellectual space. A cultural space.

The film crackles and stops.

Sighs and mild laughter. Apologies on the speakers drop.

Technology always gives trouble, I hear voices say.

It is a flawed space. A human space.

Brutally honest, the documentary plays

Brutally honest funny things, they suddenly say

You feel the love in bodies rocking with laughter

It is a collective space. A happy space.

It is just another news clip that plays

Words of non-acceptance that everyone has heard

They all laugh and sigh with uncanny timing and relate

It is an experienced space. A knowing space.

As tales of struggle they narrate and witnesses of hatred speak

As faces of hopelessness in the collective struggle we see

A knowing silence of solidarity pervades,

Because everyone has seen those days.

It is a safe space. An accepting space.

Under the light of the film screen

Strangers unite. As they feel

The emotions in a collective consciousness

Fancy words to describe  just humans

Coming together to change the invisible history of an impossible love

By simply watching. Hearing. Understanding.

I heard a community in their laughter. 

I heard a community in their laughter.

I Come Alive At Night

A Trippy Existence

I create puns. That are no less meaningful as they are fun

How YODO before YOLO is a derivation of existential philosophy, you would not want to know.

We wrap ourselves in the sceneries of our own minds

Analyze, theorize, rethink, rewind

Sharpening a skill called 'critical thinking' we end up using against ourselves

How these internal sceneries translate into something to tumble out into the real world

Is one question into which I dare to not delve

It is a constant contradiction

If it is not capable of being faffed about, it isn't deep.

If you don't see multiple perspectives, you are not capable of having one of your own.

There is no good or bad. But you still must make up your mind. Have an opinion or you are disowned

I want to explore but not get lost

I want to find meaning in finding meaning in everything else.

Someone please get to the sense in nonsense.

Time flies by as we talk and theorize and explore

It is a constantly conflicting decision about whether I should do up the room before opening the door

For people to see. But someone tell me please

That what lies beyond will not kill me

I need to know if I should prepare for living or an artsy funeral

Where we will discuss the philosophy of existence

In the absence of mine.

Brave

Be brave. Stand straight.

Some shoulders have borne worse weights.

Still do. In the sighs and shrugs

Of unbroken backs but deadened minds.

Yearly the lines grow and sag.

Don’t hurt them, you say.

Don’t be selfish. Be brave.

Bravery was for the guns and grenades that shattered minds and their peace.

Bravery was for those who wrote and spoke and marched.

Pushed against odds, that are to you just ink forms printed on earmarked pages.

They’re just stories passed through ages.

Bravery is not for simpletons like you.

They say. Or you think they do.

Be brave. You say.

On days when one drop squeezes out

As opposed to the floods that have, but of late, come to a stop.

Girls don’t cry. You say.

Be brave.

Some shoulders have borne worse weights.

Don’t worry. It won’t bite.

Don’t be so scared. It’s all in your head.

Don’t be a child. Your words fall dead

On numb ears. Because it’s just one of those days

When just a bark startles a panicked craze.

When the silent noises won’t stop.

Buzzing. Screaming. Drumming.

What an oddity of a human. They say.

Wear a wall on your face.

Be brave.

Don’t be afraid to be speak. But don’t speak stupid.

You won’t find meaning in it, will you?

Don’t be afraid to be yourself. But can’t you be just a little better?

You will always invalidate me in the end.

I will never be your soldier.

I am the sheltered commoner.

No storm

Ever reaches me that you see

Except those inside me. Unseen

I sing no songs of bravery for me.

In a world where singular battles are unseen unlike the greater war

I am your weak little child

That is all you see.

Be brave

Is your only advice to me.